Vegeta-The meaning of being a Saiyan

After Freeza, all those long dormant memories of Vegeta's past rain down upon him like shards of smashed glass, each one causing him pain. Of course no outward sign, he was The Prince of all Saiyans and here, on the planet Earth, it was important not to show it. He watched them all, the fools, grinning inwardly as they tensed on his presence, knowing that one fully charged Galic Gun would end their miserable existence. After Freeza however Vegeta finds himself locking himself the room the women had provided for him, thinking.

"He certainly had his day!" Freeza had said, and long hidden tears slowly creep to the through the mask of cold blooded efficiency. King Vegeta, his father, had died in vain battling Freeza while keeping the Prince hostage. How different things would have been, Vegeta flinches mentally, or should have been. Vegeta and his Father had been close; it was a necessity for the royals for teaching, but their had been a bond that most Saiyans did not have. Vegeta thinks back, through the haze of Freeza's brainwashing that made him ruthless, to his memories on Planet Vegeta.

"Train very hard my son and perhaps, if you prove yourself worthy, you will become a Super Saiyan…"

Had he, the Prince, failed his Father and people? They would have never forgiven him, for being surpassed by…by, rage rose in Vegeta to a boiling point, a low level! A low class warrior had defeated Freeza. Right now Vegeta did not wish to even say that warrior's name. To top that off, there was another Super Saiyan.

Vegeta's fists clenched, locked in his room, he would have to train harder for his Father and his people. He'd not been slacking, but clearly he had proved inadequate. He, the clown, had told Vegeta two things "pure of heart, pure of purpose." and that was it. Any threats were considerably empty, and Vegeta's cheeks burned in shame. He was humbled once and humiliated now.

Training at five hundred times Earth's gravity had damaged him, while simultaneously powering him. Today was the one day he had designated for rest and recovery. The Women, Bulma he corrected himself, had treated him like a servant would have on Vegeta. She brought him food, fixed his equipment and even, I was injured at the time Vegeta thinks, nursed his wounds. Strangely enough this human female, who would usually be considered, and previously had been, beneath him was now the only person in the Universe who cared about him at all. Vegeta had remained relatively cold towards her, perhaps begrudgingly thanking her once, and yet she still waited on him. Well hidden guilt crept into Vegeta as he realised just how unlike his young self he was. That Vegeta was capable of feelings that expanded beyond battle. It scared him that somewhere, only alone with Bulma, these feeling stirred. Whatever would Father say, Vegeta thinks, would he approve? Vegeta's Father had been more tolerant of the low levels than some elites, and even tolerant would be considered harsh by weaker reason. However Vegeta had seen His sons power, and perhaps one day I will have a son of great strength…one day.

A hesitant knock on the door broke his thoughts; Vegeta bit back the urge to snap at whoever it was. He had been very guilty last time he had snapped at caring Bulma, never admitted to it, but still she had known, and more importantly so had he. She didn't stay angry for long with him, forgave him freely without apology which in itself was unusual, even her parents had spoken to him briefly about it. Most importantly of all, she didn't care about the bad things he'd done, she simply didn't want to know, and that Vegeta was thankful for secretly. She had never judged him, had offered him a place to stay and made sure he had a place to train. A more impatient knock this time…

"Yes, who is it?"

Like he needed the answer, the impatience confirmed who it was.

"It's Bulma, open up already Vegeta."

Vegeta growled a little. Why, why oh WHY was she so nice to him, even Vegeta knew he was anti sociable and cold, even by Saiyan standards.

"Why?" The question almost gave away his frustration.

"Open up and you'll find out Prince."

On Vegeta, she'd have been blasted for her tone, casual manner or demand. Possibly all three, but Vegeta wasn't in the mood to execute anyone.

"Alright…"

Vegeta slowly raises himself, pain tearing through him, and opens the door. There she was, holding his meal on a tray, as she usually would. Vegeta's mental guard went up a notch as his heart fluttered a strange feeling for one so alienated with his own emotions. She was beautiful, Vegeta admitted, and not overly muscular which he had never liked about women on Vegeta.

She walked in at once, put the tray of food and drink that brought up his Saiyan appetite a notch, then turned and smiled giving a playful wink.

"I know how much my strong Prince likes and needs his food." Had their been extra emphasis on "my" he wondered?

"I-I'm grateful you bring me this…Bulma."

Bulma's eyes widened momentarily, but she quickly hid her shock and smiled.

"Your welcome, Prince, may I stay?"

Always "Prince", unless they were speaking casually, she showed him respect unlike most of the morons on this planet. He knew that she feared him, but felt no threat at all at this point. Her question, may I stay, in her own house had temporarily shocked him. Trying to sound casual Vegeta gave a slight smile.

"Do as you please."

He sat on the bed, the food temporarily forgotten, as Bulma closed and locked the door. She turned to him, perhaps showing her figure off intentionally. Bulma walked towards Vegeta, a finger on his chest, absurdly over powering. Perhaps he gave in, perhaps he was that weak. Once lying, Vegeta found it hard to get up at all. Without warning she had straddled him, sitting on his muscular stomach. What the heck was this? Slowly, almost cautiously, she works her hands over his chest and up to his face and hair. Vegeta finds himself paralysed in shock, and feels a growing sense of something primal within him. She smiled down, leaned over giving him full view, and popped something in his mouth.

With authority, not entirely false given their situation, she commanded him to chew and swallow it, whispering quite insistently in his ear which only further aroused the Saiyan Prince. He did as she said for a change, and almost instantly felt fully alive and sealed.

"A senzu bean, the last one from the Namek Mission."

Bulma carried on smiling, felt his muscles bulge as his body peaked, no longer aching and riddled with pain. She was sure she felt something else also. She hadn't expected the lonely Prince to allow this with such ease.

Vegeta smiled wide, the first time Bulma had seen it, and years fell off the Saiyan's face. Bulma was awestruck for a moment, but smiled back. Neither of them moved until after Vegeta remained motionless for a long while. Bulma got off him in a slight sulk. She had felt him, guessed his state and what he was thinking and he had guessed it from her, except she had made it obvious.

She turned, but a firm grip stopped her as she reached for the door, and found herself held fast by Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince, a handsome smile, and primal want burned in his eyes. Bulma saw, however something deeper, a love that was rare amongst most men. They were both lonely, and had found each other and their arguments had calmed down lately. He slammed her, without much force considering who he was, against the wall pinning her with his body. Her legs wrapped around him as he lifted her. Their breathing becoming hard and fast, Vegeta kisses Bulma, long and passionately revealing his true want and how much he loved her. It could not be said, it was contradicting what it was to be a Saiyan, but it could be felt. Caressing and writhing as clothes fall, the two entered into bliss as the food and drink lay forgotten on the desk

Hours later, sleeping side by side, Vegeta awoke after their long and amazing love making. Satisfaction and a cocky smirk are evident on his features. They had both never enjoyed themselves so much, both telling each other moments after the final peak of their love. Vegeta rose, stood naked in the darkness, Bulma stirred.

"Bulma…?"

"Yes, my Prince?"

"Please…don't tell anyone, this is our moment, no one else's."

"Vegeta," surprise that was not so hidden, "If that is what you want…now please, come back to bed. We are not nearly through yet."

Smiling, Vegeta returned to where he felt warm and safe, as they once more began to make love. It was not until mid day that they emerged and got up and ready, exhausted as they were. Only in private was any emotion ever expressed, but Vegeta and Bulma remained with each other since this day forth.

Father, Vegeta thought, I'll have a wife and a grandson that you'll be proud of. I promise, and someday soon I will reclaim the dominance of the name Vegeta and put Him to shame. I will make you, and all Saiyan's proud.